" A shade?" The people you can sort of see through," she explained. She went on totell me something of how Ovid worked. It seemed that almost everyone...whowas not transparent in Ovid had been transformed by the mysteriousJudge. Most of the people were shades, though. You could see them, talkto them, touch them - even smell them - but when you looked at them,there was something almost but not quite transparent about them.Eventually, some of the shades were replaced by real people who had. And as your body becomes accustomed to the invasion of its space, my fingers move slowly to the straps of your dress, and it falls soundlessly to the floor, leaving only the silhouette behind.Still standing silently, your bare arms reach behind me, and hold me close through my shirt. Your body feels hot despite its meagre covering, and I stroke your spine with just enough pressure, gently rub your earlobes with my calloused thumbs, touch my lips to your hot cheeks, kiss you wetly but gently on. Silmaria couldn’t even begin to dare to think of moving, so great was her fear. The bear’s eyes were not happy. It was very obviously irate over having its den disturbed. Worse, it had the look of an apex predator in need of a good mid-winter meal. It exuded hunger in the way only a wild, unstoppable force could, that palpable sense that at any moment, the precarious balance would tip and it would decide that yes indeed, they were worth the effort of breaking in half to be its next meal. The. My wife said, “She is ready for you. I made sure. Just slip it in that fine ass of hers. Make her cum and I’ll let you fuck mine more often too.”I got behind Stella, slid up closer to her, and felt my wife aiming my cock into Stella’s ass. I could even feel my wife’s hand on my ass pushing me gently into her lover. Stella opened up for me and let me get the head in and half of my erection too.Now fucking Stella’s ass was definitely better than fucking my wife’s ass. I wondered why. Again I was.